if i were to post an entry for today,
or what has been today april 29th 2007,
i’d say that..
i did a good show,
played with some beautiful *****s,
ektoras cooked dreamy spaghetti,
and that i’m watching les yeux sans visage
that my interview at vimadonna magazine
was a tad ****** but my mother approved
raise my allowance then,
art isn’t easy.
i love my occitane soaps.
-Hello, this is Vanity, is Jimmy home?
-Yes, but he’s taking a shower.
-Oh I see. Did he just take out the trash?
-No, that’s sommit he USED to do, now he’s takin’ out ME.
“I cannot count the number of times I’ve tried to sit next to a lesbian in a bar and she’s screamed,
“THIS SEAT IS SAVED!”
“Okay, you win.”
I think they’re territorial about seats because that’s where the pussy goes;
the bar stool is a lesbian pussy platter.”
In other news, over the last few days I have used 3 big bottles of rubbing alcohol, scrubbing everything and anything that came in my path. Germs. Insanity. Dead human cells. Oil. Clean.
I have a midnight show. Is it full moon? the cats are acting psychotic.
Have listened to 100 podcasts since monday.
I’m doing a photoshoot for vimadonna magazine tomorrow.
Who has “e talking” by soulwax? I like it. Hook a brothah up.
Necessity is mother of all invention.
To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our Pets.
1. They live here. You don’t.
2. If you don’t want their hair on your clothes, stay off the “fur”niture.
3. I like my pets a lot more than I like you.
4. To you, it’s an animal. To me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn’t speak clearly.
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Easter grossness is finally over. Oh vey, the stench..
Wilde shows resume tomorrow. Come see us y’all.
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I now has a Second Life. I spent 3 hours to make me look like Shelley Duvall and I live underneith the water of the Orientation Island. It all feels very Dharma Initiative..
